On the first day we got off the plane and hopped in our 3 wonderful 12 passenger vans (they were red white and blueJ) and drove to Rotorua. We stayed at these places called holiday parks that are throughout New Zealand. They are like campgrounds on crack. Kitchens, showers, hairdryers, TV, swimming pools, and best of all FLUSHABLE toilets. In Rotorua we were right on this huge lake. It was beautiful.
This is a picture of our campground with all the tents set up:
The second day we all got money and got to spend it on something crazy to do. I chose sledging. It’s like rafting but the only thing separating you from the deathly, scary rapids is a piece of plastic. It was awesome. They told you the number one rule was to never let go of your sledge. I let go. Oops. Not my fault I tipped over in terrifying rapids and couldn’t control my self. It was survival instincts.
Well, guess what? I lived. Thank goodness. I would do it again in a heartbeat.
After sledging our whole group went to an authentic Maori dinner. They performed all the different tribal chants called the Haka and showed off their half naked manly bodies. I enjoyed itJ
There was a huge dinner feast that was delicious. I was smart for picking New Zealand to do a study abroad. They go big or go home with their food. You never leave anywhere without being full.
You probably shouldn't include so many of your near death experiences, just to make mom feel a little safer...
ReplyDeleteflushable toliets and camping are oxymorons. please learn the haka and perform it when you get home.
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